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The first time I met David Suzuki was in early 2011. I was with a friend and her daughter, exiting Banyen Books in Vancouver’s Kitsilano neighbourhood (and feeling relieved as we escaped the pan flute music) when I was jolted out of nirvana as my friend grabbed my arm with great excitement saying “look, there he is!”. Her daughter looked up and asked “who?”, “David Suzuki!” said mom. The girl looked up with a sense of wonder and excitement. Suzuki was mom’s hero, she knew that- look in her eyes was as if she just saw God.
The next time I crossed paths with Suzuki was in October when he came to speak at Occupy Vancouver. His visit was unexpected, announced out of the blue with no votes or discussion at the General Assembly. Some of us had a conversation when we heard about the visit, I proposed that it may be a good opportunity to ask hard questions and see what he’s made of. The response I got was somewhat unnerving, with one occupier saying, “You hurt David Suzuki, you hurt Canada”.
With all the positivity I’d heard about David Suzuki, I was shocked when I heard people speaking critically about him. I’ll be honest, the first time I heard Ezra Levant say “Saint Suzuki”, it kind of got under my skin. But the more I learn about his connections to militant extremists, the more I realize that David Suzuki is no saint. Now, after observing recent events on Burnaby Mountain, the situation has become very clear to me- Suzuki is enabling some very dangerous people.